⚓ The Tribe of the Black Pearl ⚓ • high ranks + giveaways •

[Luscinia]

☠ Yelp of Wandering Jackal (Jackal) ☠
tom ◆ sailor ◆ 29 moons ◆ apprentice;; n/a ◆ crush;; will be Wave ◆ tags;; Stream, Wave, Flower, Fire, Flame, Crow, Tide, Minnow

Jackal let out an amused chuckle at Wave's reply, and continued to scale up the cliffs. Once Fire took Flame by the scruff, he let out a small sigh as some weight was lifted from his shoulders. He took a few moments to catch his breath and give his muscles a break, before he pushed onward once more, once more ready to catch anyone in case someone fell again. He glanced upward, noting that soon enough, they'll be at the top, and hopefully the surgeons or the medics will be there waiting.


♪ Seagull Who Laughs at Midnight (Seagull) ♪
tom ◆ field medic ◆ 30 moons ◆ apprentice;; n/a ◆ crush;; meh ◆ tags;; Crow

With an exasperated sigh, Seagull did his best to pick up his pace, his run adorned with an awkward, ugly-looking stride. Grace wasn't what mattered right now, what mattered was getting to Flame as quickly as he could, who supposedly was injured terribly. The tom immediately regretted not grabbing poppy seed on the way out, but perhaps he could figure something out when he got there.


➳ Gale that Fells Trees (Gale) ➳
tom ◆ sailor ◆ 38 moons ◆ apprentice;; n/a ◆ crush;; open [PM me] ◆ tags;; Melody

Gale's ears fell back, and he thought about it for a few moments in silence. "We still do some patrols but... I guess none of them have gotten around these areas lately." He started considering places he's seen near the border, especially if any had any good potential den locations. "If you don't mind me asking, what's it like living by yourself?" He asked the young she-cat suddenly.


☄ Beacon that Guides the Lost (Beacon) ☄
she-cat ◆ sailor ◆ 26 moons ◆ apprentice;; n/a ◆ crush;; open [PM me] ◆ tags;; Apollo

Beacon was admiring the sunset, especially as the tone matched the ginger patches on her fur, but she heard a voice call out to her. Flicking an ear, she craned her head around to look at the owner of the voice. It was Gleam of Apollo's Sun, or Apollo, one of the boatswains. She snickered softly at his shyness, finding it adorable. "Good evening, Apollo!" She replied cheerfully, scooting over on the rock. "Why don't you join me? It's beautiful out right now and I'm lonely."


♢ Crystal that Glows Brightly (Crystal) ♢
tom ◆ apprentice ◆ 11 moons ◆ mentor;; Wave ◆ crush;; open [PM me] ◆ tags;; Seashell

Crystal yawned as he watched Seagull turn around and trot off, flopping down onto his stomach. He's done nothing today, but already he's tired. Admittedly, he was tempted to sneak out of camp when everyone was asleep and do some exploring on his own. That was his favorite past-time, but it was no wonder he had a nasty habit of waking up late. It probably drove his mentor nuts.

[xXPuggoXx]

Wave That Creeps Up Shore
As Wave waits for a response, she glances upwards. "Almost there" She said with a slight bitterness, her voice breathy.

Song from Swallow's Throat
Swallow nods, purring in amusement. "Ah" He replies.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat finished sorting the herbs back into their usual place, before turning back to Swallow. "Thank you, for helping me."

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom sent her a smile, nodding. "Alright, but if you stumble, we're stopping."

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat flattened her ears. "Alright then." Her coat was already covered in wounds, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made it so she couldn't feel them stinging.

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit was about to go back into the surgeon's room, when she noticed Rain and Swallow and she turned around, walking away, hoping that she wouldn't get caught.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom curled his thin tail around his paws. "Actually that was my fault. I was going to hunt as well."

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom quietly congratulated her on her catch, keeping an eye and ear out for prey.

[autobot.]

"nah! I was the one who fell in!" Shallow meowed, grooming herself. "If we want to hunt, we'll have to travel upstream. there's nothing here." She stated.

[autobot.]

"nah! I was the one who fell in!" Shallow meowed, grooming herself. "If we want to hunt, we'll have to travel upstream. there's nothing here." She stated.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat finished sorting the herbs back into their usual place, before turning back to Swallow. "Thank you, for helping me."

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom sent her a smile, nodding. "Alright, but if you stumble, we're stopping."

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat flattened her ears. "Alright then." Her coat was already covered in wounds, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made it so she couldn't feel them stinging.

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit was about to go back into the surgeon's room, when she noticed Rain and Swallow and she turned around, walking away, hoping that she wouldn't get caught.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom nodded, still a bit awkward and apologetic since he had accidentally shoved her in. "Alright, let's go hunting."

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom quietly congratulated her on her catch, keeping an eye and ear out for prey.

[autobot.]

"I guess there's no point in even trying to dry out my fur and look cute since fishing gets my fur wet anyway." she said out loud in the flirtiest tone reachable.

[autobot.]

"I guess there's no point in even trying to dry out my fur and look cute since fishing gets my fur wet anyway." she said out loud in the flirtiest tone reachable.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat finished sorting the herbs back into their usual place, before turning back to Swallow. "Thank you, for helping me."

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom sent her a smile, nodding. "Alright, but if you stumble, we're stopping."

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat flattened her ears. "Alright then." Her coat was already covered in wounds, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made it so she couldn't feel them stinging.

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit turned around, once she heard Rain. She blinked, watching the moment with curiosity. I thought surgeons couldn't have mates. Unfortunately, she had said that out loud.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom squeaked in surprise, his face heating up. What a bunch of seagull feathers! You just had to go and squeak, didn't you?

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom quietly congratulated her on her catch, keeping an eye and ear out for prey.

[autobot.]

shallow gave him a gentle nudge. "what was that?" She chuckled, admiring the squeak. "Oh look! I see a fish!" She purred, her voice descending down into a whisper.